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Dad? You got anything yet? A bolo out? Did Parrish track down his car? Anything? I can't keep the Pack here for much longer, they're freaking out. Scott isn't doing much better, and having him calmed down would help calm the Pack down.
Parrish has a bolo out on the Comaro, he's currently tracking Derek on the street. They're almost at the edge of town. If Derek drives any faster, we're going to lose him and we'll be out of our jurisdiction.
Tell Parrish to turn the lights on and do the whole nine yards, he cannot let Derek get out of Beacon Hills.
We're trying, Stiles. We're trying. Parrish is going to go around the edge of town and see if he can cut Derek off before he gets any further. Let Scott take the borders of town, keep everybody else there. Have him bring somebody along with him, Isaac maybe, or the twins.
He heard you through the phone, eavesdropping wolves. He's taking all three of them, Scott and Isaac are already out the front door. They're running by to grab the twins and then they'll start on their way around the borders.
Stiles could hear a muffled conversation happening on the other side of the phone as he anxiously paced the length of the living room. He ran a hand through his hair and almost jumped out of his skin when Lydia's hand came down on his shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop pacing. The teen haulted in his movements when he heard his Dad's all too familiar sigh on the other end of the line.
Dad? Dad, what is it?
Call Scott and tell him and the others to come back.
Derek couldn't have gotten that far that fast, it's not possible. What happened?!
Parrish lost him, Derek knew he was being followed. He did whatever he could to make sure Parrish wouldn't be able to follow. He lost him a few miles from the edge of town. Derek's gone.
Keep the bolo out on his car and keep trying to track him; we need tabs on him even if he isn't in Beacon Hills. You never know if there are other wolves out in New York. Or any other kind of shifter.
We'll try and keep tabs on him while he's out there, but we're way out of our jurisdiction. Get this wolf back in Beacon Hills.
The call disconnected and Stiles slid his phone down into his pocket with a shaking hand, he sat down on the couch and rested his head against his fists. His leg was bouncing nonstop on the tip of his toes, his eyes closed in concern and worry. He knew what Derek was like on days like this, when it came to remembering and mourning his family. He never thought straight and acted strictly on what he was feeling, if he let himself feel anything at all.
"Stiles? Stiles, what happen?" asked Lydia as she sat down beside the teen and placed her hand on her knee in order to get him to stop bouncing it. She tucked a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear as she looked from the teen, to the remaining Pack members that had gathered in the living room, before looking back towards him. She wanted to give him time to understand what he heard and give him time to speak on his own, but there was no time at the moment. A low growl is what caused Stiles' head to snap up, his eyes automatically drifting towards Erika, who's lips were drawn back to reveal her human teeth instead of fangs.
"Derek's gone; he passed the edge of town before Parrish could even get to him. He did whatever it took to make sure Parrish couldn't follow him." managed out the teen just as the door swung open to reveal four irritated and worried looking wolves. Scott's eyes were continuously flickering to their blazing red and then back to dark brown; the Beta's eyes a constant golden or blue as they started to regain their breathing. Scott walked over and took a seat down beside Stiles, making sure to keep contact with the teen when he sat down.
"We met Parrish on the way back, apparently keeping a hold of Derek in a car is harder than it looks. He almost flipped the cruiser going around a corner to try and cut him off, managed to keep it on all four wheels. Parrish is back at the Station now with your Dad, they're trying to figure out what to do, they might even contact NYPD to help bring him back. If they can manage to catch him." explained Scott as he shifted his position so he was facing the Pack as a whole. The wolves all seemed to huddle around the couch, the scents of worry and confusion and concern coming off of them in waves.
"We're bringing Sourwolf back to Beacon Hills, no matter what it takes." ground out Stiles with hints of determination in his voice that they hadn't heard before, his eyes a bit darker than they had been a minute ago in determination.
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Derek looked in his rearview mirror and heaved a sigh of relief, he was out of Beacon Hills and he had finally managed to lose Parrish. Damn can he give chase, should have taken the short way out of town. His green eyes drifted to the rearview mirror once again before he focused on the road in front of him, trying to keep his eyes from flickering to their unnatural blue, his wolf threatening to rise from beneath the surface. A low growl forced its way from his lips as he reached over and flipped the radio on to serve as a distraction as he drove, knowing he had a few good hours to a few days before he got to New York depending on how he drove. The music helped to keep his wolf at bay, but it didn't keep his mind from wandered towards the dream he had had or how desperately the Pack had tried to keep him from leaving. He tried to focus strictly on the road to keep himself calm and keep himself from turning around, he had to do this, for himself, for Laura, and for his family. His mind had started to drift once more to the dream when his phone began to vibrate to the point of it almost falling off the dashboard. His hand shot out and securely grabbed the phone before it could fall, his eyes leaving the road for a split second in order to see the caller ID: Jordan Parrish.
What is it, Parrish? I thought for sure I lost you a town or two back.
Almost flipped the cruiser on old 32, she almost took me down over the embankment.
You shouldn't have tried to follow me; you ought to know better than that by now. It was hard enough to try and get past the other Betas and Scott. You shouldn't have even set foot in your cruiser.
We're doing what we have to, Derek. We're not about to let you just pack up and leave, you're not thinking clearly. You know better than this, this isn't like you.
There's nothing you have to do and nothing you can do. I know what I'm doing, Jordan. Going back to New York is something that I have to do.
Come back home, little brother. Come back to us, Derek.